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Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~ 1,900
Warnings: Wanton destruction of pretty things and a bit of a mental breakdown; writing under the influence of insomnia. None.
Summary: Ianto’s throat burns with each new scream. His arms and shoulders twinge and throb, and his eyes are blurred. He’s not crying, doesn't want to: it’s rage, at Jack and Owen and Gwen and Tosh, fury at himself for thinking that what he had had with Jack could ever be more than a matter of convenience.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This is for the lovely, lovely Cerabrax (over on ffn), who leaves sweet comments all the time and gave me this prompt. It immediately sparked ideas, and an hour or so later… :) Insomnia does have its uses.

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